In this one, Wes and the rest of the jocks annoy you, but Wes, the leader, slowly falls in love with you. Until I can do another song-shot, here you go! Remember to comment or message me to suggest stuff! I'll update the second part soon!

-RP12😘
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-Your POV-

I sat in the library, working my ass off to finish my history essay, seeing that it was due tomorrow. As I was halfway through, I heard five loud voices, and knew immediately who it was. Wes Johnson, Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Mark Fischbach, and Felix Kjelberg, five of the most popular football players. ((I live in the states, so I mean American football. WHOO! GO SPORTS!)) They had on matching black and red jerseys, with their numbers, and last names on them. "Hey, Y/N! Whatcha doing, Babe?" Mark asked, leaning over my shoulder to see what I was doing. "First off, I'm not your 'Babe'. Second, I'm trying to finish my history essay." I said, rolling my eyes. "We had an essay?" Felix asked. The five boys laughed. Wes flipped his hair, causing me to blush lightly. (It's like he knew I loved it when he did that.) "So are you coming so the game, Y/N? You should be there, 'cause I need my good luck charm." Anthony said, winking at me. "Uh, no. I'd rather stay home and sleep than go see you idiots get all hot and sweaty, tackling other people to the ground. Not my kind of crowd." I said. Ian rolled his eyes. "Really? This is why you don't have any friends." He smirked, picking up two of my pencils and drumming them on the table. "Let's go. She's no fun to mess with." Anthony said. They walked away, but I still felt a presence. I looked up and saw Wes sitting across from me, smiling. "Sorry about them, Y/N. They can be dicks sometimes." He said. "It's fine. I'm used to it, anyway. Why aren't you going with them?" I asked, trying to kill the awkward silence. "I'd much rather stay here and hang out with you. You seem like an interesting girl to be around." Wes said. I scoffed. "Says the most popular guy in school." I retorted. "What? You purposely stay away from the popular crowd, and focus on schoolwork and maintaining good grades. I think it's kinda cute." He said, his cheeks getting a rosy color. "You? Calling me, the social casualty, cute?" I asked, forgetting completely about my essay. "Yes I am. And to me, being popular just means being surrounded by people who love and care about you." He admitted. "But why me? There are so many beautiful girls in this school, like Remina, Mari, or Kalel, and you choose to use the cheesiest pick up lines on me. Why?" I asked. "Because I don't care about Remina, Mari or Kalel. I care about you. You're beautiful in your own way, and I feel like it's a mistake to pass that up." He said. I smiled, blushing red like a tomato. Wes chuckled, and moved to the seat next to me. "You should stop being so insecure, Y/N. I think you should know that you're beautiful." He said, kissing me on the cheek. I was surprised, but just let it happen. "I'm starting to rethink going to the game on Friday." I said. Wes laughed, and helped me finish my essay.